Gao Yi just couldn't understand the person who, despite being separated by a wall, would fully expose themselves while shouting out. What was going through his mind? Did he have no fear of death?
Not too long ago, he felt as if he were just part of an amateur troupe, and they were the national team, but now, it looked like those on the opposite side were the ones acting even more foolish.
When Gao Yi said to kill him, Feng Biao had no hesitation; but at the very moment Gao Yi's words hit the ground, before Feng Biao could even shoot, Lin Xianghua fired first.
The distance was too close, not even fifty meters. At this range, a sniper rifle would only be cumbersome, so Lin Xianghua used his M4 rifle and shot directly at the target's head. The bullet blew the man's head, and the person holding the megaphone toppled to the ground without making a sound.
The world went quiet. The people outside who had been behaving in a listless manner immediately lay down, crawled, and sought cover.
